I’m the root of all that’s evil,
like a terrorist attack
Like a baby-killing homicidal
maniac on crack
I’m the King of anti-social,
yes I’m bad, and here’s the joke
‘Cause I’m the feckless, thoughtless bastard
who still really loves to smoke
Well it was good enough for Shakespeare
And Lewis Carroll loved the stuff
Mister JRR Tolkien,
Well, he could never get enough
Mister Kipling, Poe and Dickens
They all smoked, quite happily
So if it was good enough for those great men
It’s still good enough for me
By Sic, from Omnia.
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